Hilda's Homily
by Hilda Maston
Ever
feel left out when the young people talk about being
“carded”? They tell me that means the kids have to show
a card that has their age on it- an official I.D. card-
to get into some places. It makes one wonder why Seniors
aren’t carded when they ask for their senior discounts.
After all, it’s all about age. Wouldn’t it be something
if you had to have a shopper card to get into the mall,
or a card proving that you are progressive before you
could enter this church?
Speaking of the Youth, I must commend
them again for their Easter Breakfast; it was delicious-
well served, worth getting up early for.
Remember Aprons?
When was the last time you wore an apron,
or even saw an apron? The only aprons one sees these
days are those worn by men manning the family grill.
Since these aprons are worn over shorts or blue jeans
one would have to conclude that they are worn for the
smart-alecky slogans on them, not for the protection of
clothing.
If you have visited an estate sale
recently you might have seen some beautiful aprons. The
previous generation put a lot of love and energy onto
their aprons and spent a lot of time decorating them.
There were housecleaning aprons, gardening aprons, and
afternoon tea aprons.
I am sure there are two basic reasons for
the change of styles. Now we wear blue jeans and
t-shirts to do housework. They don’t need protection.
The other reason is the happy arrival of the washer
dryer and especially permanent press clothes.
Elders, remember when you came home from
school? The first words out of your mother’s mouth were,
“Go change into your play clothes and put your school
clothes away carefully so they’ll be nice for next time.
These days, kids don’t have to change
into play clothes because they wear them to school!
Permanent Press also ushered in the
demise of the apron. Why wear an apron when clothes can
be tossed in the washer, popped into the dryer, and
taken out and worn with never a wrinkle. None of this
ironing nonsense needed.
In fact, Permanent Press has given the
homemaker an entire extra day. No more Tuesdays spent
with the starch pot, the sprinkling bottle, and the
pressing cloth. Freedom from the iron has helped make
the apron obsolete.
I don’t know if that is a good thing or
not, but for me permanent press has been a permanent
blessing, and I’ll live happily without aprons.
The rearranging of the church was quite a
change. Some of us loved it; some hated it. Think of
this — we had 20-plus years to get used to the old
arrangement. Let’s take a couple of months to get used
to the new one. Who knows, maybe you’ll come to enjoy
it. One thing about it— I love to see the faces of my
family of church members instead of the backs of their
heads. And just think, maybe your new outfit will also
show off better in the new arrangement!
